I need some space to unwind Not enough Carrots to many sticks But i'm prepared to take the risks I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
Tradução: GBH. La caída de Down.
grind I need some space to unwind Not enough Carrots to many sticks But i'm prepared to take the risks I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G.
G Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free Bigga Figga, B
cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
house, (we turnin' this thing out) Wanna see the thugs gone (see the thugs gone) And wanna see the thugs gone (while my T-H-U-G music plays on, plays
B-roll Takin' G-strokes through the ghee-to When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil Hola Hovito', cooler than zero B-low fresh one blade, no chemo
this country, get away from motherfuckers Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery 7th Sign, nigga -H.I.T.L.A.H
: Hate. Falling three feet to the ground. Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love. Feel youth crushed somewhere
. The Naughty Boy [Chorus] N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy You don't wanna play house Wish I'm me voy N-A-U-G-H-T, Y [Lil' Rob]
.A The Naughty Boy [chorus] N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, aqui estoy Little Rob aka naughty boy You don't wanna play house Pos ya me voy N-A-U-G-H-T-Y [Lil' Rob]
way on the other side I hit B.G. on the celly And told him that the bitch was all good and you have it not to telly [B.G.] Bitch hold on do I know she
bitches (say what) I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say huh) I get bitches You got (oh) You got (oh) You got (oh) You got [Verse 2:] H is for my H
good girl, so she won't have none of that. She takes another sip, but she has no clue, of the spike from the G to tha H to the B. She wakes up in the
look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin' more than a fling And I'm up on the game That you own G screen Damn it'
to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down You know
